The Proposal

On September 29, 2013 my very best friend asked me to marry him and it was a dream.

Let me preface the story by mentioning that my older sister Jennifer had just gotten engaged on September 20th so I was not expecting Sam to ask me that soon after her engagement. But I did know it was coming soon because my dad had called me about a month earlier and said “Sarah, Sam asked to go to lunch with me and I think I know why, is it alright for me to say yes?” So basically I gave my dad permission to give Sam permission. Poor Daddy hadn’t done this rodeo before. So Daddy kinda dropped the hint that it was coming soon. 

Sam and I had planned to go hunting at his property for the weekend so I drove home from North Georgia to spend the weekend with him and his family for the weekend to hunt. Saturday night when Sam and I went hunting he shot a deer and didn’t know if he had a good shot so we went looking for the deer but couldn’t find it. Sunday morning when we were getting ready to leave in time for church Sam said he was going to check one more spot to look for the deer. So I stayed back at the house and cleaned up and got dressed for church. His dad left earlier so it was just Sam and I left down there. Sam came back and we loaded up the truck to leave and Sam said he wanted to check another spot for the deer down by the lake. It was a cool and pretty Fall morning and the sun was still slowly coming up so when we got to the lake Sam said “It’s such a nice morning lets get out and stand by the lake.” As I got out of the truck I looked at the dock and saw two chairs facing each other, three Bibles, his guitar, and a bucket full of water. That’s when I knew.

I kept looking at Sam smiling and he was smiling back at me on the short walk to the dock. We knelt down together as he read my favorite verse out of the first Bible; Jeremiah 29:11. Then out of the next Bible he read his favorite verse; 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18. Verses that each of us had clung to for hope in our walk with Jesus. Then Sam sat me down in one of the chairs and started playing his guitar and sang the song The Wine We Drink by Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors. A song I had recently fallen in love with that talks about the simple love in marriage. I started to cry as he was singing to me and I think he started tearing up too. Then Sam removed my shoes and socks and placed my feet in the bucket and washed them with water from the lake to symbolize that he was going to serve me like Jesus served us in our life together. I was losing it at this point. My Sam has a heart of gold. Finally he brought over the last Bible and read Genesis 2:18-24 where it talks about how God created woman because man should not be alone. Then he told me that I am the woman that he loves and reached in his pocket, pulled out a sweet and beautiful ring and said “Sarah Jane Johnson, will you marry me?” 

I said yes and look where we are now! That day was perfect and it’s one of those memories where I didn’t think I could love him more than in that moment but he just keeps surprising me and making me fall more and more in love with him every day. Marry a man that runs toward Jesus and who is your very best friend and you will be the happiest woman alive, I know I am!


Dear Devil,

I wish you would leave all of us alone. I recognize your voice now and can’t believe how many times I listened to the lies you were trying to tell me when I was weak. I’ve felt the damage you tried to cram in my brain about never being good enough, smart enough, skinny enough, pretty enough. You’ve gotten in my head and drove me insane, drove me into depression. I’ve seen you do the same things to the people I love around me. You are like a snake of smoke filling every corner with your darkness. You make people comfortable in the darkness and think that’s where they belong and then they begin to see the world through different eyes than the ones God gave them. I notice, Devil. I’ve seen you working in the minds of the girls in my small group who compare themselves to the other girls in the room and who try to close their ears to the rumors about them. I’ve seen you creeping into my friends who have tired eyes because they work themselves up about worrying about every possible thing that could go wrong in their lives. I’ve seen you in the girls who think their worth as a human belongs to how men view them and forget who they are. I’ve watched my husband grow tired over fighting you day after day with sad eyes wondering when will his struggle end. You are sick, disgusting, weak, stupid, malicious and just plain mean. I’m not blind to what your trying to do. I think it’s almost funny that your fighting a fight you’re never going to win. Because I know Who wins. His name is Jesus and he only speaks the truth and crushes you under his foot. Jesus brings justice and righteousness and fights like a true man. I know the sound of His voice and it rings with peace and joy. He gives purpose to my life and reminds me who I am. He takes away pain and fear and brings light to the darkness. He is hope and love. I know you tremble and cringe at the sound of His name because you know His power. He defeated death and rose from the grave so that we can have the chance to share in His victory over sin and death. He has already won the war when He died on that cross and came back to life. He wins, and I’m on the winning team along with many others and I plan on bringing more people on to the side of the war that has conquered over you. This war will only bring more and more glory to God every time people experience His goodness and you have been losing this war ever since it started in the garden. Jesus wins and I win with Him every time.


Sarah (Daughter of the God of the universe)

P.S. You suck.